Children memory
Entry one. Start. Not completed.
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I was dancing around the yard with my dog, checkers. He was following me jumping up in the air now and then, while i was running around swinging and twirling as fast my 7 year old legs could go. When i suddenly hears my grandad call my name "Scarlet rose mary! Get your a$$ in right now! Its past dusk! " he shouted, hatred filling the sentence. I winced when he swore, and hid precious roses i picked under a bush before dashing in.
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I woke up once again in my thin sheet and on the carpet. Well what it was supposed be a bed. I was sweating after the memories of last night. The chaining and the way the belt met my skin causing the surface too bruise. I sighed a tear slipping down my face. I rolled back over drifting off again. This world will never appreciate you. Do something. By that, i rubbed my stomach as i looked over at the apple tree that hanged next too my window. It was a two story, after all. I scramble over there, and open the old rusted window. I reached my small hand out,the other brushing my scarlet red hair iut of my face. I grabbed two Small,
Green apples. This and water was the only thing i could eat. I heard the sudden yelp of checkers out in the hallway. He must if fallen over again. I crawled back over onto my 'bed' and crumpled there, biting the apple every once and awhile.
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Roses falling
RomanceDrip drop and tick tok. Thats all she could hear meanwhile. While scarlet was tied up, her lungs were failing. She was bleeding her small, droplets of blood and then salty tears. It caused each petal of a rose too fall of. Of of shat you may ask? Th...
